In mid-January, we made it to New York City just in time to see the Martin Puryear retrospective at the Museum of Modern Art. The curators really used the new museum spaces well I thought, with this ladder for Booker T. practically disappearing up into the atrium. Then one could look down on it and other pieces from the sixth floor gallery. The wood, rope, tar, wire mesh, and wool were treated with such respect and allowed to speak what they are made of, in relation to each other, and the surrounding spaces. I loved it.
And if I weren’t so tired I would write something about the two plays we saw too: “The Farnsworth Invention” by Aaron Sorkin, and Harold Pinter’s “The Homecoming.” Another evening perhaps.